Crystal Clear

Chapter Twelve

GABBY 

Finally, when I got home, I changed into ripped mini shorts and a ruffled baby blue tank, with gold gladiator sandals. I couldn't wait until he came... today I felt super flirty as well. So since I felt so happy, I decided that I'd flirt with Moe when he came.

There was knocking at my door. When I went to answer it, there he was.

"Hello sweetheart," he said in a posh British accent.

"Don't even, you're Spanish, you can't pass for a Brit," I tell him teasingly. He just laughed.
"Whatever you say my sunshine," he says in a dreamy tone.

"You know, Gabby, there's a party at the lake this Friday... I already asked your uh, dad for the day off... so... maybe, just maybe, you can come too. I mean, your friend, Dee, of course she can come as well—if you want her to, but... I'd prefer if we just go alone, plus there'll already be people there. It's this huge thing. Do you want to be... my... date?" Moe asked, hoping I'd say yes. I smiled shyly and couldn't help but blush.

"We don't even have to go as a date, just as friends would be fine, whichever way gets you to come," and now it's ruined. Ugh. I thought he was going to say if I could be his girlfriend or something—but no, it all just gets foiled and was ruined by it all.

"I don't mind. You'll probably want to check out the girls there anyway, so I don't mind really," I tell him as sweetly as possible.

"True. Actually, too true. There's supposed to be a lot of hotties." Great... meanwhile all I want is him.

"Uh, ew. Okay then... so what do you want to do?" I ask him, changing the subject.
"I dunno. Anything as long as I'm with you," wow, bi-polar much? Ha... and he's reading my mind now too.

"Hmm," and we went to my bedroom. Moe grabbed my remote and turned the TV on. I begin attempting to try and solving the sudoku puzzle in the book I have on my nightstand. After awhile of trying it by myself while Moe watched the game on the TV, Moe decided to try it out for himself. And we started doing it together once he noticed it was a challenge.

After that, I decided to get my flirt on, since I was feeling the need to do that for a while.
"Do you remember in the car when you asked for a different way of me paying you back?"
"Yes, of course I remember," he's wearing basketball shorts with a white muscle tank, his tan compared to the white cloth made him look even better than he already does.

So, I leaned into him, pressing my lips against his collar bone, then gently sliding my lips up his neck, down his jawline and staring into his deep hazel eyes, whispering,

"This is how," as I pressed my lips onto his.

Half my body was on him at the time, I felt tingles and butterflies in my stomach. His hand sliding from my waist down. Then I abruptly move away to the other side of the bed.
"What—what's the problem?" he demands. I bite my lip.

"I'm not doing that," I tell him.

"What's up with you Gab, let's just see how far we can go..." I shake my head no.

"Why?" he seems confused.

And that is my reason that boys are one hundred percent dumber than girls.

"I'm not your girlfriend."

"So?"
"So I don't do stuff like that when I'm single," Let's not talk about my last hookup, please.

"Ha, yeah, okay. Don't even try pulling that crap with me Gabby. Anyways, what do you want to do?"
"Hook up," I immediately say.

"Jussstt kidding!" I say, poking him in the stomach. He has a perfect six-pack, of course.